My Poetry and Prose Blogology
Things We Do Not Speak
“Down the unlit alleyway
I have recklessly meandered for years
locked within a maze of my own making…”
“Down the unlit alleyway
I have recklessly meandered for years
locked within a maze of my own making…”
“tangled in the hands of time
worn by indefatigable tides
my reckoning was mingled in lies…”
"my footsteps get lost
beneath drowning sands
of desolate apathy"